"Hmm? You're asking me to go to the Mistec frontline and request a decision from the Divine King?..."
The hall was solemn, and the head on the altar gazed up at the tall divine statue, as if witnessing an epoch-making meeting across the ages and the sea. Elder Priest Acap hesitated slightly, turning over countless thoughts before nodding solemnly without any pause.
"Yes! At your command, High Priest Uguel! I will set off tomorrow, carrying the High Priesthood's opinions to meet the Divine King at the Cloud Mountain City frontline! Praise the Supreme Divine King!..."
"Praise the Chief Divine! Praise the Divine King!"
Many elders nodded in agreement, saying the same line. Heading south to the Mistec frontline, traveling over more than a thousand miles, was laborious work. Its symbolic significance far exceeded the practicality.
